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do not fear
Do not fear my miracle.
It was born of neither lust nor love.
It is the simple fulfillment of a dream
Created in the twilight.
The promise made to other women
Was made to me also.
I am one who sees and accepts all,
Who does not waste words,
For words, unlike body fluids,
Are power, and not to be spilled.
Now. I can misread small clues
But even the misreading is of no consequence.
And is simply the divergence of a path,
The one I will take.
That which I have loved I have set free.
I speak my words calmly.
I will not speak them twice.
When Jesus took His first step
On the road to Golgotha
He could not turn back.
It was born of neither lust nor love.
It is the simple fulfillment of a dream
Created in the twilight.
The promise made to other women
Was made to me also.
I am one who sees and accepts all,
Who does not waste words,
For words, unlike body fluids,
Are power, and not to be spilled.
Now. I can misread small clues
But even the misreading is of no consequence.
And is simply the divergence of a path,
The one I will take.
That which I have loved I have set free.
I speak my words calmly.
I will not speak them twice.
When Jesus took His first step
On the road to Golgotha
He could not turn back.
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